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Then he would slowly tell how our band had
worked all day trying to rope this beast, and how
that night they had decided to leave him in the
little fenced-off part of the corral, thinking that
two or three days' contact with them might take
some of the evil out of him. But the next morn-
ing when they visited the corral he had vanished.
The horse had literally climbed over more than
seven feet of corral fence,, which separated him
from the main corral, and there, with room for a
running start, he had attacked the heavy log
fence and rammed his body clear through It.
Nothing was left to tell the tale but a few patches
of blood and hair and a wrecked fence,

That should have ended the story of the steel-
dust beast, but It did not. On our way out of the
camp on the wild-horse plateau we had come
across the bodies of seven wild stallions and a
mare, which this fiend of the plateau had muti-
lated In his wake. He had turned killer through
and through, even unto the destruction of his
own kind. Our old people said that he had been
crazed by the fact that he had lost control of his
herd in that terrible dash down the runway.
This blow to his prowess and pride of leadership
had been too much for him; it had turned him
into a destructive demon, a roaming maniac of
the wilds.

This  horse  became  famous  throughout  the